The shadowy hacker group that has been sowing chaos, panic, and dissension in the ranks of Sony Pictures Entertainment by releasing thousands of private emails also has a condescendingly benevolent side. The group, calling themselves Guardians of Peace (yes, in a particularly delicious coincidence, the organization insisting on reading private emails for the Common Good, trying to bankrupt a Hollywood powerhouse, and apparently trying to censor a movie they think is in poor taste calls itself the "GOP") has extended a generous offer: If you're a Sony employee and don't want the deepest, darkest, dampest secrets of your inbox to be revealed to the world, all you have to do is write them a polite note. The original post on Pastebin has been taken down, but
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I&#039;m conflicted. Should I have a fuck to give about this? I have some left over from the ones I didn&#039;t give about the butthurt cops, but on the other hand, I couldn&#039;t care less about Sony, Hollywood, or celebrities in general. Maybe I&#039;ll save them up for whatever else the rest of this week will be throwing at us.
Rather than the soiled knickers, I&#039;d be moar worried about <a href="http:\/\/gawker.com\/sony-left-personal-data-for-millions-unprotected-1670962725" target="_blank">this</a>
how many times can you rewrite an ending?
This is very surprising to hear that studio executives, producers, and others in film are racist, sexist, backstabbing, and petty. THANKS OBAMA!
Hackers want a brief Samuel Goldwyn--include me out.
A Mississippi hooker?
I&#039;m conflicted. Should I have a fuck to give about this? I have some left over from the ones I didn&#039;t give about the butthurt cops, but on the other hand, I couldn&#039;t care less about Sony, Hollywood, or celebrities in general. Maybe I&#039;ll save them up for whatever else the rest of this week will be throwing at us.
I really do miss those old Benetton ads...
Hey, it takes a lot of minimal talent to shamble through 85+ minutes of film in sweat pants, a t-shirt, and baseball cap.
Visiting George Zimmerman after he finally gets life in a Florida prison?